Chapter 11

Meeting Roger turned out to be one of the best things that happened to me my freshman year. He was a little strange, but it all worked out well. Rodger was sort of like a puppy: very energetic, eager to please, totally loyal, and he didn't question my authority. At 13, he was two years younger than I was, but in some ways he was very immature for his age. His parents were divorced and he lived with his father. His mother lived in another state and he only got to see her summers and holidays. Rodger's father worked for the telephone company, often on the night shift, so they really didn't see each other that much. The librarian was his father's sister, who helped his father take care of him. Rodger was smart, and read a lot, but had been leading a very sheltered life. That is, until he met me.

After I got my research paper turned in, (got an A-!), I kept going to the branch library two or three days a week. Or at least, I kept going to the park next to the library. My car pool would drop me off at the library and I would walk home. Depending on when we left school, I would have anywhere from an hour to two hours before I had to be home. My parents thought I had gotten more studious; far from it. What I had found was a nearly perfect "boyfriend".

After I had given him a hands-on lesson in female anatomy, and showed him how to get me off, Rodger worshipped the ground I walked on. Rodger would do anything I asked. Anything. He also knew that we would both get in big trouble if we got caught, and instinctively understood that major precautions had to be taken to keep us both out of trouble. But once Rodger had touched my pussy, he lived to serve me, and he served me well. He wasn't exactly a slave, but from my point of view, he was safe and non-threatening. He was only 13, I was bigger than he was, and he never questioned my demands, at least at first. I found that having a boy rub my clit added a whole new level to my sexual pleasure, especially when we did it outdoors.

It was spring, the weather was usually nice, and it was very pleasant to sit in the park and do my homework. It was even more pleasant to have Rodger gently rub my clit while I did my algebra problems. He took direction perfectly. If I said "A little higher up and not quite so hard", Rodger would comply perfectly to get the right rhythm going. We kept out of the library as much as possible, as we didn't want his aunt to get suspicious. We tried various places and positions, but the one that seemed to work best was for Rodger to sit underneath the picnic table at the top of the hill, where a casual observer couldn't see him. Before I sat down on the bench, I would have Rodger reach up under my skirt and pull my panties down. As I sat down, I would sit on the forward part of the bench and then have Rodger slip my panties off my legs and put them in my purse. I usually had him take my shoes and socks off too, as I really liked the feel of grass between my toes as Rodger fingered me to orgasm.

Viewed from the bottom of the hill by the library, it just looked like I was sitting at the table doing my homework. And I did do my homework at first, with Rodger's clit massage starting out very slowly. I would have Rodger gradually increase the intensity, then pause for a while before starting again. It's hard to describe how exciting it was for me to be sitting out in a park on the top of a hill in beautiful Spring weather, with the sunshine and wind in the trees, and cars passing on the street, secretly having my sexual needs attended to. By the time my legs were spread and I felt his first touch, I was already a little damp. Sometimes I would squeeze my nipples as he worked between my legs. Usually, I made Rodger be quiet while he was doing me, as I didn't like the distraction of conversation. I would just sit still and whisper instructions on just how I wanted my clit rubbed until I finally came. After my breathing got back to normal, Rodger would sit on the bench next to me and we would talk. He was always full of questions about my anatomy, on sex in general, and sometimes personal things about me. I usually steered the conversation towards what he could do that would please me better, and after a few times I had him stroking my thighs before he did my clit, and slipping his fingers inside me after I got wet. He took instruction very well.

What I didn't do at that point was anything to satisfy Rodger. He seemed happy to masturbate me, and then go home to do himself, and that's how it was. This suited me fine, as I was becoming a pretty self-centered little bitch when it came to sex. Rodger must have been hard as a rock while he was doing me under table, but since I did not seem to have any interest in his crotch, he kept his dick in his pants and took care of it himself when he got home.

We went on this way for several weeks, and life was good. My plan was to teach Rodger how to eat me. Since he had so far proved to be obedient and docile, I thought I could teach him to pleasure me orally and keep his pants zipped up. I certainly had no trouble imagining how good a tongue on my clit would feel, but since I had no experience with cunnilingus at all, I sort of researched the subject. Some of the books in my small collection of erotic literature mentioned how wonderful and pleasurable it was for a woman, but were a little vague on exactly how it was done. After some looking around in my older brother's "secret" stash of Playboy's, I found a pretty explicit description of oral sex that made me squirm just to read it.